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Who: The Keats'
Where: Outside Parrots.. for now
When: 1624 hours
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"you know..." Keats begun.. "Im not doing anything at the moment...
how bout we ditch the 'man', eh?"
Amber looked over to where her father was in Parrotts.
"I hear there is a closet in that old shop that sels everything
McEnzies I think..." She tailed of, giving up the pretense of
pretending not to like Keats.
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Keats glanced over towards phil, who had just inserted a bottle of Chinzano Bianco uo a clones rear end, the big end.
  "well, i think the coast is clear..." Amber laughed as her father came out of Parrotts.
  "Shame really." She mused "We could've slipped off then..." Keats grumbled, then seeing Phil emerge, performed a perfect salute.
  "I see you sorted them out, sir" Phil looked at him and shrugged
  "They just pushed me too far..." At this point, The Gun 'Pinged' to the sound of a microwave, Johns face beamed.
  "ohhh yeah..." He mutterd.
  "What's it gonna do now? Blow us all to hell and back?" Amber said, voicing her distrust of The Gun(TM)
  "Only if im a really poor shot, trust me, this one will show em what for" Amber noticed John had started to twitch uncontrollably.
  "Ummm, are you ok?" Keats stopped and regained composure.
  "Sure i am, sorry, just got a tad carried away" Amber frowned at Keats.
  "In what way?"
  "you'll see" He winked at Amber, who continued to frown. Phil was getting edgy, he still had adrenalin in his system, and wanted to go beat up some more clones. There was the sound of a metalic army walking around the corner. Amber grinned and readied a grenade, Phil did the same, Mini-Phil got ready to moon. The smile on Johns face reached a point that by smiling any more, he would risk tearing his cheeks. He readied the gun, using his padded hand to rest the end on, and took to one knee.
  "Oh man... i cant use it in a confined space"
  "Why not?" asked Phil through the corner of his mouth.
  "'Cause, if i do, it wont be a confined space no more...." Amber giggled again.
  "Oooh... goodie carnage." Said Amber rubbing her hands together. John reluctantly pressed a button, and decided to store the round for later. The JayBots were still approaching.
  "Ah well, id better use a slightly less destructive bullet" The guns digistised voice appeared.
  "That wouldnt be wise Keats, To produce the bullet, Fr223, i had to use a substantial amount of power, after you fire it, il need to be refuelled, sorry" Keats swore, and let the Gun hang loosely on the strap, he had no other gun, so hed just have to hide until it was over.
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This was a jp mostly by Tony beacuse my brain has failed...